Monday, July 06, 2009

When shopping just won't do

Ever missed someone before?

It is a horrible feeling, yet also the best kind.

Spring flowers sitSmiling from the morning's touchWaiting for the rain.

And like all haiku there is a story to it. Maybe one day I can tell this tale of missing and hoping. I was crafting it a little as the sunshine shown through the window and touched my face this morning. Oh how I wish.

Still is the morningWhen sun and rain and clouds meet With much left undone.

The dog was lying down somewhere in the room because I felt something moving towards the door. She sat there, looking at me, but all I could do was remain lying in bed, enjoying the sun in my face.

I think the same things I've been thinking, and how they keep bringing me back to the same place I've always been. Deplorable situation really.